Chronically jacking off to cuckold and nylon themed porn. His wife certainly didn't help either. She was drop dead gorgeous. Always made up to perfect...ion with raven black hair and perfectly sculpted tits. She knew about her husband's struggles but she didn't know whether to be sympathetic or disgusted. She hated porn. She saw it as a form of infidelity. It made her feel inadequate and insecure.She also know about her husband's intense fetish for nylons. Perhaps she knew a little TOO much. He. .. then maybe I was better off just ending it all because I could never live as the person I was becoming.And I loved myself too much to just end it all.That thought sobered me just a bit. I had never been suicidal. In the pit of my deepest despair at the orphanage, finally realizing that I was stuck with what I had, that no one was coming to rescue me, I had come close but never fallen off the edge of that particular cliff. I wouldn't let that fucking cunt and her dick-less brother change me.. “Cool,” he said as he looked at my body again. “Why do you keep looking at me like that Richie?” I asked him. “Sorry, I just can’t believe you’re a woman now," he responded immediately. His hand moved across the leather sofa to my leg before coming to a rest. I chose to ignore it as he started to stroke his hand up and down my thigh. His head came closer to mine and for the first time, I shared a kiss with my own stepbrother. He forced his tongue inside my mouth and begun to swirl it around my. He’s taking my pulse!When he finished he put my arm down and demanded, “Tell me what you’re thinking now.”What I’m thinking?! I’m not thinking! I’m reacting. I’m feeling. But I’m not thinking at all.I tried to explain that to Dr. Carter. He smiled and said, “Alright. What are you feeling?”I shivered and tried to think of a way to put what I was feeling into words. “I am more humiliated than I thought possible. Those men know I’m sitting like this on purpose. They’re looking right at my fully.